A medievalist, feminist, life-long student, and middle school teacher sounds off on any and all issues that inform any of those identities. The name is simply a misspelling -- because English has lost a few characters over the years -- of the Anglo-Saxon words for "she" (Heo) and "said" (Cwaeth). There are two basic rules for this blog: 1) Comments are welcome from anyone--agree or disagree--but will be deleted if they are vile. 2) I decide what's vile.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Happy Spring!
I managed to get out among the cherry blossoms for an hour or two today. Yay! I guess all of us who experience a winter get a little goofy in the spring. I tell myself that is so because otherwise I'm just a slightly modernized version of my corniest relatives. And that can't be. Because I'm not corny. I'm weird, which is way better than corny.
Anyway, a bit early ...
Sumer is icumen in.
Lhude sing cuccu!
Groweth sed and bloweth med
And springth the wde nu.
Sing cuccu!
Awe bleteth after lomb,
Lowthe after clave cu,
Bulloc sterteth, bucke verteth
Murie sing cuccu!
Cuccu, cuccu,
Well singes thu cucco
Ne swik thu naver nu!
Sing cuccu nu, Sing cuccu!
Sing cuccu, sing cuccu nu!
And sunshine and flowers and hooray!
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